Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 326

Chapter 326

The Lucano and Casalini families were at war now–a beef so nasty it’d make a slaughterhouse look tame.

For Stephanie, Richard was personal, a walking scar.

He’d been Sebastian’s brother once, tight as hell. Sebastian had trusted him, counted on hirm, treated him like blood.

And Valentina–that backstabbing snake–had played the bestie card with her, all fake grins and bullshit.

In Long Harbor these past years, Stephanie had been itching to rip into Richard, her hate bubbling, never letting up.

Now she’d finally got her chance, and all that built–up rage was spilling out.

Richard’s patience was wearing thin as she hung on.

“Stefi, I said let go,” he growled, his voice dipping into something colder, meaner.

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Richard’s grip clamped down on her jaw again, no mercy. Stephanie flinched, her teeth popping apart as the pain hit, a thin streak of blood dripping from her lip.

“Take me back,” she hissed, teeth gritted, anger roaring through her voice.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “I stuck my neck out grabbing you–you think I’m just gonna drop you off, my little fiancée?”

Before the words even settled, Stephanie spat another glob of blood right in his face, quick and dead–on.

Richard wiped at the mess on his cheek. “You grew up fine, but what’s with this attitude now?”

Back in Fiorenza, she’d been a different vibe–quiet, sweet, always stuck to Sebastian’s side like a shadow.

She’d call him “Seb” in that soft, lilting voice, so gentle it could thaw a glacier.

energy of her threw him

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you don’t back off, he’ll take Miss Giovanni down with him–jump the chopper and call it

cold spark

what the hell he wants,” he growled, keeping his rage

nodded. “On it.”

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the night wind sliced through, smoke and gunpowder

phone with Stephanie when

in her tailbone, she’d jumped off the hospital bed and raced to Shallow

called–she wasn’t that dumb. This mess was too messy.

ages ago: Stephanie ran with big dogs, the kind you don’t rat

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her mind, Ella had to check it out herself. But the second she got there,

gun in his hand, the air stinging with burnt powder.

act,

Elliot–they’ve got enough muscle. We’re solid here,”

his gun back and glanced

with Ella as

have time for weirdness. Fear choked her up, her legs shaky as

blood–pooled on the

horror flick, red

nothing came out–just big,

so

up the distance. “Back already? Didn’t get what you wanted last time, huh?”

brain couldn’t process his

Lorenzo’s brow furrowed.

head.

rubbing

out–he was still huffing,